She eyes him, but in a way that's partly indulgent and partly entertained but all appreciation.

It can't be helped. That's one of her favorites of his three-word phrases, and with really fucking great reason.

"If you think you can handle it after all this," she leans forward now -- or leans over the table as much as possible with her belly in the way before having to reach for him and tug him closer again -- and barely kisses him, "I bet I can, too."

Especially considering how little of it they usually get through. And she'd be lying if she said she wasn't eager to see how it goes.